Word games bring new names

I was tagged to play this game, but maybe you're headed into the witness protection program or you've been asked to star in the next superhero movie. Sounds like fun, but you can't use your own name. The folks at your day job just wouldn't understand. This meme will help get those creative naming juices flowing.


1. Your real name:
Karen

2. Your Gangsta name: (first 3 letters of real name plus izzle)
Karizzle

3. Your Detective name: (fave color and fave animal)
Red Dog (sounds like a beer, to me!)

4. Your Soap Opera name: (your middle name and street you live on)
Ann Rich (Not terribly exciting. I"ll probably be killed off or at least go into a coma in the first season!)

5. Your Star Wars name: (the first 3 letters of your last name, first 2 letters of your first name)
Kenka (Are you sure this isn't the porn name?)

6. Your Superhero name: (your 2ND favorite color, and favorite drink)
Pink Wine (What a weenie sounding superhero!)

7. Your Iraqi name: (2ND letter of your first name, 3rd letter of your last name, 1st letter of your middle name, 2ND letter of your moms maiden name, 3rd letter of your dads middle name, 1st letter of a siblings first name, and last letter of your mom's middle name)
Anaoesa (One more reason to be glad I wasn't born in Iraq!)

8. Your Witness Protection name: (parents' middle names)
Emma Neely (or Neely Emma)

9. Your Goth name: (black, and the name of one of your pets)
Black Prissy (A name that actually describes the dog, a black Pomeranian)


Feel free to share your own alter-egos' names! It's fun.

Comments

CA Verstraete said…
Pretty funny! That Star Wars names sounds like it landed in Africa, though. ha!
9:43 PM
Helen Ginger said…
I like Red Dog for a detective name. Mine was Blue Guinea (Pig).
Helizzle
4:21 PM
Dana Fredsti said…
Black Prissy! LOL!!!!!

My names were just bizarre...
10:42 PM
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